Then, as if to prove his words, he stood up and clapped his hands. Immediately, a line of servants approached, each carrying a carefully wrapped gift.
“Shalane, this is the villa I bought for you and the kids. This time, don’t go back to London.”
With a flourish, he lifted the first red silk cover—a property deed.
Then the second—a Rolls-Royce Cullinan key and registration.
And finally, the third—a custom-made, no-limit black card.
I had never seen Brent this thoughtful before. From jewelry to cars to their favorite meals—every little detail, accounted for.
What was supposed to be a birthday party had turned into a damn luxury showcase.
Brent, still smiling at Shalane and the kids, nodded at the lawyer beside him.
The lawyer picked up the mic and cleared his throat.
“On behalf of Mr. Brent Ceppetelli, I hereby announce the following agreement: 40% of Ceppetelli Co.’s shares will be gifted to Galvin and Devin Ceppetelli. Additionally, 10% of Ceppetelli Co.’s shares will be granted to Miss Shalane Shepley. This agreement has been notarized and is effective immediately.”
The whole room went silent.
Fifty percent of Ceppetelli Co.—that’s billions of dollars in assets!